Backpacks, shoes, folders, agendas, paperwork, homework, lunch boxes, afternoon snacks and both kids fighting to be heard over the other. Every afternoon this same tornedo storms through my kitchen.
And every afternoon, I am left standing in it's wake instructing the kids, yet again, to please hang up their coats and to please put away their shoes.
I sign field trip forms, write checks for the latest fundraiser, mark important dates on the calendar, look over the list of homework that needs to be completed, review the work that came home and clean out lunch boxes.
It's chaos. And I've only got two kids. (Jennifer, I pray for you girl. A lot.)
Normally when I am cleaning out Sarah's lunch box, I will go over what the school cafeteria is offering the next day and ask whether they want to pack or buy. Noramlly Peter's answer is always "Buy!" and Sarah's answer is always "Pack!"
But when they both decided to "Buy!" on Wednesday, I did a tiny little jig. I hate to pack lunches.
On Wedensday afternoon, after the debris had settled from the afternoon whirlwind, I asked Sarah how the school nuggets were. She loves the school nuggets.
"I only had those dried out pickles you packed," she complained.
"Dried out pickles? What dried out pickles?"
And then it hit me. I didn't take her lunchbox out of her backpack the day before and the pickles that she didn't eat on Tuesday remained in the lunchbox on Wednesday. And when she saw the lunch box in her backpack on Wednesday morning, she assumed I packed lunch for her so she didn't place her nugget order wtih the cafeteria.
So poor Sarah didn't have any lunch on Wednesday. Well, if there's a lesson to be learned in all this, it's not that I'm a horrible mother, it's that Sarah needs to start cleaning out her own lunch box. That's the lesson. Right?